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#handhold
Our fingers knotted and crossed locked in a finger hug hand hold on the roof in the moonlight. Always in the moonlight. And you said how glad you were to be away from them - they would laugh if they saw. Stupid immature idiots. I guess later you changed your mind, because your long fingers reached for mine in a big room, under the glare of flourescent bulbs Everyone saw, but no one laughed at us.
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May 20, 2014
May 20, 2014 at 12:53 AM UTC
summer 2011